Enter Des

By: Burning Truth

Disclaimer: all I know is that I sure as hell don't own it. Not now, not then, not ever!

A/N: Can't help it I'm addicted, now Read! and Review!

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After Leaving the Magic Box they dropped by to pick some clothes up for Des at Xander's. Des looked baffled at the clothes, staring the older man in the eyes.

"Come on you have got to be kidding me!" He said to the man. "I have horrible, and I mean wear spots with stripes bad...ok so maybe that's exaggerating but that's not the point. I have horrible sense of fashion and I wouldn't wear that!" He motioned to Xander's colorful collection of Hawaiian shirts.

"Well if you'd rather go to school wearing the same things you did yesterday, or better yet naked, go ahead." He said an apathetic expression on his face.

"Good point."

After rummaging some more he finally found what he deemed to be a decent outfit.

"Later." Came their chorused voices.

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Well That morning Des and Dawn had set off for school, she remembered how Des looked in his borrowed outfit. The shirt draped on him like a gown except it reached to about his waist. The pants he ended up having to "belt" with some rope Because of how wide they were. She remembered Des' comment:

"Remind me never to borrow clothes from Xander until he goes on a diet!"

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Now it was the afternoon. About 3:30, Dawn should've been home half an hour ago. Suddenly the door opened in entered Dawn chatting away with Des a serious look on their faces'. Well actually it was on Dawn's Des' was enraged, upset and ect.

"What happened you two?" I inquire.

"Well me and Dawn decided to go over to my house to study. When we got there my mom blasted off. She yelled she screamed, she threw a hissy fit. So I decided to pack some stuff and bunk here. Dawn said it was OK."

"Was it really that bad?" The older blond asked.

"Yeah I had no Idea what she said but she sounded like a bitch...oops sorry Des." She said when she'd realized what she said.

"Don't worry I'm just glad some one agrees with me." He sighed.

"Well Des um I'm not sure if it's in your best interest to stay in a house loaded with women." She stopped. What the hell was she saying. He was a teenager. And teenagers were horny and hormonal. Of course he wanted to stay in a house loaded with women! "Never mind that. Just take the guest room. It's on the second floor. Right in front of Dawn's and right next to Willow's."

"Willow lives here?"

"Yeah but yesterday she slept over at Anyas house." Dawn answered.

"Oh. So where is the room again?"

"Here come with me." Dawn laughed as she led him to the room.

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It was much later now. About ten o' clock. Des had settled in a while ago. He was jabbering with Dawn in the kitchen, when Buffy came in.

"Um, I'm sorry guys but I have to leave demon attack. I sot Spike to come over he's in the living room. Well gotta go. Bye." She said as she darted out the door.

"Ok...well why don't we go see what he's doing?" Des said lacking anything better to do.

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"So you say your a vampire?" Des asked the blond on the couch. Dawn was sitting on the vampires opposite side forgetting about them as she wwatched the TV.

"Last I remember." He said.

"So how old are you?"

"Round a 126."

"That's old. So how'd you get your nick name?"

"Trust me kid ya don't wanna know."

"That bad eh? So what's with the hair? I've only seen you like two times and both times your hair is in the same exact stile. Spikes. I take it you like them a lot?" Dawn sat up. She had already seen the show on TV and there wasn't anything else on.

"Yep I like my hair spiky."

Des Just stared at Spike a look of wonder on his face. After a couple of minutes Spike broke.

"Why the bloody hell are you staring at me?" He asked as nicely as he could.

"I was wondering, you say your what 126, so how did you wear your hair before the invention of hair gel?"

"That's a good question!" Dawn remarked suddenly being intrigued where the conversation was going.

~Bloody Hell the little whelps got me!~

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When Buffy returned to her house the following morning she walked in on a surprising sight. Both Des and Dawn had fallen asleep on spike who had his hair let down and not in spikes for once. She then at once knew that Des would fit right in. Sure he might be new here and being Dawns age wouldn't help any ( Dawn did have a bit of trouble fitting in because of her age.) but he would fit right in. If he wanted to that is. Se quietly woke both of them up reminding them they had school today. Slowly and slugishly both headed up to their rooms to prepare. She gently sat down next to spike, and wok him up.

"Oh! Bloody hell I gotta get home!" He exclaimed

"Well unless you'd like to become fertilizer, I'd wait. The sun is up. So mind telling me what you did here last night?"

"Well that Des boy, very curious he is. Asked me how I wore my hair before the invention of gel."

"Never occurred to me to ask you that! So is that how you used to wear it?" She said pointing at his head.

"Nope, I messed it up after I showed them. And made them promise not to tell anyone."

"So how'd they drag it out of you?"

"The persistence of youth. Truly frightening thing."

"So what else did they drag out of you Spike?"

"Well..."

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A/N: More coming. Please review!